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That desperately he hurried through the street,
Enter a Messenger.
self! My master and his man are both broke loose ! Adr. Peace, fool! thy master and his man are
here, And that is false thou dost report to us.
Mess. Mistress, upon my life I tell you true,
I have not breath'd, almost, since I did see them. Hark! hark! I hear them, mistress-fly! begone! [Exit.
Duke. Fear nothing; I'll protect you.
Enter ANTIPHOLIS OF EPHESUS, and DROMIO OF EPHESUS.
Ant. of Eph. Justice, most gracious duke! Oh, grant me justice!
Ev'n for the service, that, long since, I did thee,
I see my son Antipholis, and Dromio.
Ant. of Eph. Justice, sweet prince, against that woman there,
She, whom thou gav'st to me to be my wife,
Duke. Discover how, and thou shalt find me just. Ant. of Eph. This day, great duke, she shut the doors upon me,
While she within was feasting with her minions.
Duke. A grievous fault! Say, woman, didst thou so?
Adr. No, my good lord; myself, he, and my sister, To-day did dine together-so befall my soul, As that is false, he burdens me withal.
Luc. Ne'er may I look on day, nor sleep on night, But she doth tell your highness simple truth!
Angelo. O perjur'd woman! they are both for
Duke. Why, what an intricate impeach is this !
all have drank of Circe's cup. If here
you hous'd him, here he would have been. You say he din'd at home; the goldsmith kere Denies that saying-Sirrah, what say you? Dro. of Eph. Sir, he din’d with her there, at the
Porcupine. Lesbia. He did, and from my finger snatch'd that
ring Ant. of Eph. 'Tis true, my liege, this ring I had of
her. Duke. Saw'st thou him enter at the abbey here? Lesbia. As sure, my liege, as I do see your grace. Duke. This is most strange! go, call the abbess hither.
(Exit one to the ABBESS. Ægeon. Most mighty duke, vouchsafe me speak a
Ægeon. Is not your name, sir, call’d Antipholis ? And is not that
your bondman, Dromio? Ant. of Eph. True, reverend hapless man, we are so
call'a. Ægeon. I am sure, both of ye remember me. Ant. of Eph. Remember you! Ægeon. Why look you strange on me? you know
me well. Ant. of Eph. I never saw you in my life, till now. Ægeon. Oh, grief hath chang'd me since you saw me
last ! And careful hours, with time's deforming hand,
Have written strange defeatures in
Egeon. Not know my voice? O, time's extremity!
Ant. of Eph. I never saw my father in my life. Egeon. But seven years since, in Syracusa, boy, Thou know'st we parted-but, perhaps, my son, Thou sham'st t' acknowledge me in misery?
Ant. of Eph. The duke, and all that know me in the city,
Can witness with me that it is not so.
I ne'er saw Syracusa in my life.
Duke. I tell thee, Syracusan, twenty years,
Enter ABBESS, with ANTIPHOLIS OF SYRACUSE, and DROMIO OF SYRACUSE, from the Priory.
Abbess. Most mighty duke, behold a man much wrong'd!
Adr. I see two husbands, or my eyes deceive me. Duke. One of these men is genius to the other! But of the two, which is the natural man, And which the spirit? who decyphers them? Ant. of Syr. Egeon art thou not!
O, my dear father! who hath bound him thus?
Abbess. Whoever bound him, ' I will loose his
Ægeon. Æmilia! Oh, support thyself, my soul !
Æmilia. Thou art Ægeon, then? I do not dream
Ægeon, My dearest boy!
Æmilia. By men of Epidamnum, he and I,
hours Of his dear parents; whom, till now, unknown,